A few simple words, yet heaven and earth gave way.
All things fell silent. Only Apocalypse's clear voice remained in the entire universe, reaching everyone's mind.
In that instant, everyone froze, as though time itself had stopped.
Shock, delight, fear, helplessness...
A thousand emotions rose in the hearts of countless mighty beings.
Apocalypse rose from Thor's arms and gave him a disdainful look.
"Waking from a grand dream, only to find I'm not in a beautiful woman's arms. What a mood killer."
Black Widow, who had stood guard beside him all this time, immediately burst into tears.
Dragging her battered, bulky armor along, she moved to embrace Apocalypse.
With a light touch from Apocalypse, the heavy armor turned into a cloud of butterflies that fluttered away in every direction.
Then a surge of energy spread from Black Widow's hand throughout her body.
Black Widow felt a slight weight settle over her and discovered that she could now survive in space without her armor.
Apocalypse slipped an arm around Black Widow's slender waist as naturally as ever. It felt warm and soft beneath his hand, just as familiar as before, and he stretched comfortably.
He was not deliberately showing off.
That nap had been the soundest, most real sleep Apocalypse had enjoyed since crossing into this world.
The Heart of the Universe also came from the Creator Dimension, and the energy it supplied was perfectly suited to nourishing Apocalypse's soul.
Somehow, he seemed to have returned to his little home in his previous life, feeling the real touch of his large bed, his blankets, and everything else.
For someone who had never crossed into another world, there would have been nothing special about that sense of reality.
But Apocalypse had spent years in the Marvel Universe, where everything felt like a